( Esikko just looks amused, the more the threats come on. There's no way he's going to regret it— he can't imagine regretting it, if anything does come of it. With another breath of a laugh, he reaches up to catch those tapping fingers, not stopping them so much as redirecting them to his own fingertips. )

Do your worst. ( Playfully, he says this, and then rounds back on the earlier question, seemingly willing enough to share: ) No, I don't. There's nothing for me back there.

It's not that I want to stay here, either, of course. But there are plenty of other realms I might be able to sneak off to.